THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 42 - GENTA'S ADVICE

"Be careful, Liana! Your hand could get hurt by the shard shard!" jonathan said, very soft.

"sorry. The glass was shaken and smashed on the floor!" I said with a embarrassed face. Shame at the end of the day for lying.

"It's not about the glass. But the shards are dangerous. Afraid of stepping on his feet and sticking them in his soles. Hehe... It'sit's okay. His name was unintentionally too! Don't panic and be so scared, Liana!"

Jonathan touched my chin. But soon he let go when he realized that we were not muhrim.

"Oh God! Why do I want to touch you all the time? Ow hell! You're like bait that hooks me!"

"Are you a fish?"

"Haha..."

We laughed together after cleaning the shard crumbs on the floor and dumping them in the trash after putting them in plastic bags.

His seriousness turned into a joke. My tension is gone and my face is cheerful again.

"We're sitting on the yuk terrace? Later in the room, it can make me a monster later!"

I smiled a little. I understand enough what his words mean.

We sat on the balcony at nine. As usual, Mas Jo served me by making me a glass of hot chocolate and he had a cup of coffee.

"Thank you, Mum!" I said while receiving a white pottery cup filled with delicious hot brown steeping.

""I told my mother about you!"

Deg.

Heart's pounding. Worried about her mother's response to me.

"Mama's very happy that I've got a prospective companion. Mama wants to know you, Liana! But I said, it's not time yet. Because I have kept my promise. Waiting for your iddah period to end and divorce papers from Irsyad you have obtained. Don't you, Liana?"

I nodded slowly.

Jonathan is a gentleman. Of course it's a lot different than Irsyad the fucker. Which made me get emotional and immediately throw the glass on the nightstand.

But would Mas Jo do the same to Irsyad if I knew I would find it hard to give him a child? Wasn't Irsyad sweet at the beginning but bitter at the end? Does Mama want to accept the fact that her son cannot have children because his wife is less fertile?

Again confused hit my heart until just a moment of silence to think about my future fate.

"Liana's? What was? Why a little moody? What..are you sick?"

I looked up at her face and found her beautiful neutral ripples glowing like shooting stars.

"Yes..."

Jonathan waited for the line to slide off my lips.

I seemed to have to be honest first before this feeling grew further and the pain was more severe if I had to cancel the intention to get married.

"I'm.not perfect. Like any other woman! I...there was a cyst on the wall of my uterus so it might be a bit difficult to have a child, Mas!..."

I'm drowning. Shame, fear but resignation in reality. Jonathan is a near-perfect man. There was not a single hint of lack of him in my eyes. While I... Hhh...

I was shocked when his hand caught my finger. Grasped it tightly, making my chest thump.

"Even if we are not blessed with children, we can adopt. There are a lot of kids out there who need our love, Liana! Doesn't matter. Don't worry about that!"

"But Mama Mas? He must have wanted to have a grandson."

"Mama won't take issue with that. I'm sure, Liana! Mama might react a little, but it's only temporary because you want our happiness!"

"Liana! Whatever happens to us later, I want us to keep holding hands like this. Communication is good, so it does not cause problems because of misunderstanding. I. I love you and your point of view is life. I'm amazed at the power and the way you deal with problems."

I can't hear his many words. This heart is proud because it can conquer the handsome man in front.

How God is Good. He sent someone charismatic and loving to overcome my weaknesses.

Hopefully, Jonathan will always be the man I can count on. Aami...

We entered the room at eleven o'clock. After quite a long chat ngalor-ngidul unclear direction of speech.

"Good sleep, Liana! Have anice dream!"

Mas Jo stroked my hair. She smiled sweetly and made my heart explode.

He also waved and led me to the front door of the room.

I respect him. Opening the door and then entering and standing limp behind the door that I closed tightly.

Oh, my God, my God! May my happiness be not just a mirage. May this be really good for me. How much did Jo make it harder to hold back?

............

Day after day I managed to get through without much constraint.

My job is getting better, said Mas Jonathan and also Ms. Febri. Even Mas Jo was more and more open about telling his admiration of me to Ms. Febri. He called me the high-value gemstone that he loved the most.

To be honest I don't really like to be likened to gemstones, jewelry that almost all women and men admire.

But I don't want to break his growing sense and also his judgment of me.

That is Mas Jo's prerogative.

I also still intensely chat every night with Jordan because it's been addictive.

A day without talking to Jordan is like something's missing. Until one night Genta knocked on my bedroom door and advised me as if I were his sister, not his sister.

"Sister... Who's the guy you call so often?" ask Genta then.

Of course I got nervous and stammered in answering.

"My little friend."

"Sister! My room is right next to yours. I also often go in and out and hear the sound of your conversation on the phone. I..worrying about you!"

I lowered my head. Shame to hear my brother's true advice.

"Don't respond to other men when you're in a relationship with someone. That's a bad deed, brother! Brother is like bang Irsyad the fall. Both take advantage of moments that should be avoided in a relationship. Only the difference is that Irsyad is much more evil because it is married. My sister is not married."

I kept quiet and didn't answer. Seriously listen to Genta's speech and think hard to be able to follow his advice.

I'm confused too, Genta! On the one hand I have chosen Mas Jo to be my next door. But on the other hand, I'm afraid of losing Jordan. I was so afraid that it would cause a new hate ripple in Jordan's heart for not choosing him. Jordan must have thought I was troubling his feelings because he was physically disabled. Though not like that. I chose Mas Jo because he was much more mature and snacking than Jordan who was my age. That's thinking.

"Once the relationship is unclear, brother! Don't take revenge on Bang Irsyad's crimes on other men. It won't make you happy later!" genta said with footsteps passing from my room.

I really feel claustrophobic and struck by Genta's words. But I can't be mad at him. Even interrupting and refuting his talk I did not dare. Because I was wrong about this. I'm guilty.

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